Chapter 3 STALKING

The light on the stage turned off, and the three-point lighting lit the podium in three different positions.

Lucas only paid attention to Sarah. The man signed something to Sarah, and she nodded. Lucas squinted his eyes and was in deep thought. He can tell that they don't have a romantic relationship, but he can see that the man likes her as a man. He doesn't know why but he was jealous. The urge to push the man and replace him to maneuver her wheelchair is powerful. But wait! She didn't even know him! An idea popped into his head. He leaned closer to his right and whispered to his grandma's ear.

Mrs. Saavedra was shocked and delighted when Lucas took the initiative to ask her to arrange a meeting with David Chavez's daughter. She called her butler slashed assistant to relay the message to David Chavez.

Santiago nodded and sauntered into the lounge where David Chavez was resting. He was watching the Chavez's when Mrs. Saavedra introduced him and his daughter to Lucas Saavedra. He's not a nosy person, but he doesn't have a good feeling about them, and Saavedra's best interest is his top priority.

"Mr. Chavez, can you spare me a minute?" He asked courteously.

David Chavez was surprised to see Saavedra's trusted butler in front of him and asking for a minute to chat. He tried to suppress his excitement, but it only made his face look awkward.

"Yes! Yes! Of course, Mr. Santiago!" He replied with a wide smile. But wondering what this is all about.

Santiago gave him a quick nod and said, "Madam would like to invite your daughter for lunch tomorrow." He said while observing Mr. Chavez's every move.

David Chavez was exhilarated with what he said. When he found out that Mrs. Saavedra will attend the Charity Gala with Lucas Saavedra, he knew that she was trying to match his grandson to whom she thinks will be a perfect partner for him. And now, the opportunity knocks on them, so they will not let others take it away from them.

"I accept the invitation on behalf of my daughter," he reached for Santiago's hand, trying to shake his hand. "Thank you, thank you for inviting my daughter, she will be there for sure." He said, promising his daughter's presence on that day. He would be a fool if his daughter won't go.

"I'll let Madam know of your answer," he slightly bowed his head and turned around to leave the room.

David Chavez immediately followed out and went straight to their table. He was eager to let Rica know about the lunch tomorrow, but he restrained himself from letting a single word out, knowing his daughter. He will wait until they reach home.

Lucas is not interested in auctions, but he saw the tanzanite gemstone, the sought-after gemstone in the modern world. The said gemstone can only be found in the mountain of Tanzania. The one showing on the screen is violet-dominant tanzanite. It has a good quality based on its deep color.

It is a silent auction, so he sent a message to his assistant, Ben Francisco, to buy the tanzanite no matter how much it cost him and find the best jewelry designer to polish the gemstone and a set of jewelry out of it.

He thought of Sarah's outfit today. Although Sarah is wearing a full-length black off-shoulder dress, her accessories are either purple or have a touch of purple from head to toe. So obviously, she has an obsession with the color purple.

He looked at the table where Sarah and the man were sitting. Sarah seemed to be busy texting on her phone. Lucas then remembered the phone call she had a while back. It's like she needs to be somewhere aside from the gala. He checks his watch and saw that it is half-past ten. His brows furrowed, and he contemplated on what he should do.

His thought was interrupted when the man pushed Sarah's wheelchair back to the stage. When Sarah smiled at that man and said "thank you" in sign language, his face became gloomy. In his perspective, it's like she's blowing him a kiss.

The silent auction was quite successful, and the event is about to end.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we greatly appreciate all your donations. Please be reassured that your hard-earned money will be used properly and on behalf of Angel's Hands, thank you so much!" The man bowed, and Sarah did the same.

Then a woman went up the stage and pushed Sarah's wheelchair down the ramp. He stood up on his chair and gave Santiago a nod. He nodded back and focused his attention on Mrs. Saavedra. He has a feeling that Lucas won't be back, so he has to take care of his grandma. Santiago willingly does it because he owed their family so much. He was grateful for the opportunity that they gave him.

The driver drove up, stopped in front of him, and opened the back door for him. When he was seated comfortably, he said, "Go around and park on that corner," he pointed at the corner by the main entrance. He wants to follow Sarah's car. He never thought he would be obsessed with knowing more about her when he accidentally saw her tonight and heard her talk. Her voice is mesmerizing. 'Why is she hiding that wonderful voice?' He is interested in everything related to her.

As soon as they parked in the corner, the purple Cayenne stopped in front. Sarah bowed to the woman that looks like one of the organizers. She pushed a button on the right side of the wheelchair's armrest, and she drove it down to the ramp and stopped at the driver's side.

He was astonished when she stopped on the driver's side, and the driver handed her the key. She pushed a button on her car door, and the chair slid out of the car. She then smoothly transferred herself from the wheelchair to the driver's seat. The chair automatically returned to its original position in front of the steering wheel. The driver then folds the wheelchair and puts it in the trunk.

She waved to the driver and drove away. Her car was customized according to her needs.

"Follow that car," he pointed at the purple Cayenne. "Don't lose it," he said with a stern voice.

"Yes, sir!" His driver answered. He wonders why his boss wants to follow that woman. When women typically following their boss is a daily sight. 'Well, it's not my business,' the driver thought to himself.

He was watching the car ahead of them intently. She was overspeeding! She's driving at the speed of a hundred mph on the speed limit of seventy-five mph! 'Interesting.' It never occurs to him that she can control the wheel and a good driver at that. He remembered that she was stretching her legs earlier. His eyes flickered. 'Hmm... you can talk and look at how well you drive, you sure can walk', he mumbled to himself while rubbing his chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

He looked outside the window and noticed that they were heading to the airport. 'Where are you going woman?' He looked intently at the vehicle in front of them, thinking.